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[Anonymous No.15087602]

>COME BACK TO ME!!! COME BACK TO ME!!! AND SAY MY LAND IS FAIR!!
And the entwife replies:
>"I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair."
So the ent sings:
>"COME BACK TO ME!!! COME BACK TO ME!!! AND SAY MY LAND IS BEST!"
And the entwife replies:
>"I'll linger here beneat the sun, because my land is best"
So the ent sings:
>"I'LL LOOK FOR THEE, AND CALL TO THEE; I'LL COME TO THEE AGAIN!!"

[Anonymous No.15087628]

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: ‘Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o’ my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin’ in graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin’ in graveyard.’
‘My lad,’ said Troll, ‘this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o’lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
Tinbone! Thinbone!
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don’t need his shinbone.’

[Anonymous No.15087653]

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o!
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?

[Anonymous No.15087880]

Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
O proud walls! White towers! O wingéd crown and throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?

[Anonymous No.15087895]

>>15087602
incel trees

[Anonymous No.15087914]

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

[Anonymous No.15087928]

Based thread.

[Anonymous No.15087978]

i want to be friends with Quickbeam

[Anonymous No.15088023]

are all the entwives really dead?

[Anonymous No.15088057]

>>15088023
Quite likely, but there is some hope.

[Anonymous No.15088099]

I believe that hobbits smoked weed and I don't care if Tolkien said it was tobacco